Love is like a roller coaster, fresh as clean laundry, or burnt up bread out the toaster. Memories of smiles, or ghosts that haunt me. Love that runs for miles, or just sits lonely. Love can beat fast, bright as green grass or dried up and dead fast. Love takes time, clock is not needed, if the eyes sees it, things might get repeated. Love needs progress, not a game, but feelings built up in ya chest. Love is like your favorite pair of shoes, wear them when it’s ripped, and still try to get em fixed. Last but not least, love is like music that makes you happy, no matter what others say, you will keep the songs on replay… la la la la la la la… corny? Sometimes that is what Love Is Like…